It’s Not Easy Being Polychromatic

“You’re not making any sense,” he said, staring incredulously at his friend. “You’re just not looking at it with an open mind,” the friend replied. “It’s not about having an open mind, this just doesn’t make any scientific sense.” “Scientific sense? It makes perfect sense. It’s about ambiguity.” “How can someone see different colors from…

F-Bombs: Let’s Talk About Words (Prologue)

I don’t know when the first time I cussed was. But I remember the first time I got in trouble for cussing. Some of my earliest memories are of my Mammaw’s house, and few of them are good. My one memory of Mammaw herself is of the time she apparently thought I was sassing her…

Call Me To the Deep

My feet have grown accustomed to sand and gravel along the shore where foam and tides crawl up my ankles and cool my soles. And the water here is murky brown silty and altogether comfortable, a thin film of water warmed enough by the sun to be calming. And the calm is exhausting. Because out beyond the…

Remembered

I assumed they were brothers. Of course one of them was named Elliot and I’m told that name’s unisex even though I’ve never known a girl Elliot. But their birth dates were only 2 years apart and they shared a last name. In those ways they were similar. In these ways they differed: I knew…

Out of the Oven

“Blindfold?” “Right here,” Grace responded. Her hand stretched out and offered Drew the strip of cloth. His hand rested on it, clasped in reception, and she turned her attention to her other hand as he counted to himself. He reached five and she released it, finally handing it over to him. He had to hold…

Development

After we lost Lucy, it took Katherine a week to drag herself out of bed. It took another to get her out of the bedroom where she’d spilled all of our photographs over the carpet, crawling from pile to pile, gazing at each square sheet. “We shouldn’t be so surprised,” she shook her head. “Teens…